I WENT UP ON THE ROOF FOR YOU THREE TIMES

THE BEST PLACE TO HONEYMOON IS A TRAIN.


Do you remember saying these things to me?   I did not know what you meant by up on the roof, or exactly what happened though I can imagine the helliish scenes after hearing of diapers and carrying babies -- two other things that came to me in one sentence bursts when my enemies/or those who had been turned into enemies by the imaginings of metaphorical svengali's, were in control of at least the tv.

The period was one where I tried to show sympathy for you.  When my nerves were raw and I could not believe what I was hearing had happened.

Trains....   I do not wish to bring up names...  I do wish to say that I do not know what the back and forth in these matters was.   I took the trains to be some kind of metaphor for how I was being viewed, and could never figure out what the hell you were doing.... and when I did, I sent your sins back at you, and judged a pound of flesh would be paid.  And it was.  Another decision made without any real intelligence to guide me, onlya few carefully tossed out sentences here and there.

I want you to know that I am sorry you went thru this, on all sides... my prayers and tears and mourning are not fettered and chained to any one ideaology or race or religion or....  nothing.  THE PLAN IS THE FIRST THING THAT DIES IN A BATTLE.   You had no plan.   I was on a mission to do what I am doing, find the truth, and save the world from itself.   Put the madman in a straight jacket before he tears himself apart.  Medicate your demons away and re-insert you into a sane world;   now I realize that world must be created first.   I started out in an asylum, you thought, and my madness spread across the entire world.  My rage killed and killed and killed...  I warned you what could happen if you messed with me.  You would not listen.  You do not listen still.

The travesties that happened during this time period are wounds those involved will always bear, but if you keep tearing them open they will never heal.  I HAVE THE CHILDREN.  Look how they flocked to a socialist candidate who offered sanity and compassion over the cold, rigged rat race..  I WILL NOT LET YOU INFECT THEM WITH YOUR RACISM, YOUR HOMOPHOBIA, YOUR MYSOGONY....   I will destroy this entire world first.  That is a promise -- and I may be ordered to do so whether you can self correct or not.  THOSE ARE MY RELIGIOUS BELIEFS.

Scientificially I know that I ended up working with the elite.  Soros and others.  I do not hate you for this.  I do feel that you are not my natural allies in most respects.  The rich have too much to lose by my rising to power and they know this -- not that I want power.   I had power after telling you not to give me power, but you felt like a ship without a rudder.  Then you blamed me for the mess you put yourselves into... yes, whatever the fuck the white stripes or whatever that band was that sang you harmed each other and then blamed you for harming yourself.   How could I feel otherwise when I did not know what the fuck you were doing, and I would have ordered the exact opposite.

I wanted you to choose your side....  not even knowing how many sides there were.  Now that I know, now that I see the complexities, I will choose always only the side of justice, equality, and compassion.   You think I lack these things -- no, but I will turn the ocean red to get them.  What the irony is here is that all I wanted was peace, but you baited me...  abused me... left me in pain....  all you had to do was come to me and this would have all went down differently.  

That is not what God wanted.   He wanted either to break you or make you, I suppose.   Are you broken?   Have your hatreds grown to the point that there is no room for love to heal you?   If so, then nurse your wounds for the rest of your lives but stop trying to incite  a race war.   Stop trying to incite religious wars.   I will say if the Muslims cannot accept western ideals on free will that they should not come to these shores.  We will smash you like a bug.   I want to welcome your people, and allow you to live as you will, though you must live and let live to earn that right.  That goes for all of you.  

We will make room for love.   By any means necessary.